"Rei?"
Although he couldn't turn around to see how Rei was doing, Julius could still try to call out to her to see how she was doing.
Rei didn't answer, only moaning in response, which made Julius very worried.
He didn't know what would happen to Rei if this continued. If she was in urgent need of help, then doing nothing would only lead her to death.
But now, he absolutely couldn't turn back. If he turned back to look at Rei, then both of them would die here.
As for the choice of abandoning Rei, it would never appear in his mind.
The young man in the black robe raised his hand and pointed it at Julius, and the wind blew again.
Julius felt the wind blades blowing on his body again. The sword in front of him trembled in the wind, making a sound that could only be made by metal.
The long sword blocked the wind blade, and the wind blew Julius's hair and clothes into a mess. Slender and dense cracks began to appear on his clothes. That was the remnant force of the wind blade that had not been blocked and had landed on his body.
Blood began to appear on his cheeks, which were wounds caused by the wind.
This pain was nothing, and Julius clenched his teeth to prevent himself from making too many painful sounds.
The young man in the black robe seemed to want to see how much Julius could endure, and continuously used the wind blade spell several times, and the spell's coefficient hit him.
Julius was like a small tree in a storm, swaying and shaking, but as long as he wasn't cut in half, he wouldn't bow down.
Seeing the young man's behavior, the old man didn't want to continue playing this boring game. "Enough, quickly finish them, don't waste our time … God knows if there are other rats hiding, we have to check thoroughly."
The young man in the black robe was quite respectful to the old man in the black robe, although strictly speaking, they were actually on the same level. "Okay, although I'm very interested in how much endurance this kid has … at least his body is quite strong."
The young man in the black robe wasn't joking. Julius took several of his wind blades head-on. Although he was battered and exhausted, at least he was still standing. He wasn't blown away or cut into pieces.
He knew very well that even if it was a warrior of the Iron tier, he would only need a few Wind Blades to finish them off. Many of them were tormented by the power of this magic, and their bodies would be torn into pieces if they were not careful.
He was a Magician, so he didn't think it was necessary for him to confront these muscle-bound people head-on. It wasn't a Magician's style, and it wasn't something a Magician should do. Therefore, when he used Wind Blades, most of the time, it was a sneak attack or a surprise attack.
"Brat, I'm not going to play with you anymore … You can die first." The young black-robed man felt that it was time to get rid of this stubborn guy in front of him.
He only needed to keep the little girl alive for the time being and make her tell him where they came from. After that loophole was blocked, he would let her die painlessly.
This was the only 'mercy' the young Black Robe could show, although he did not intend to let go of the young girl's body, and of course, the strong boy's body.
"Help me."
The young Black Robe's hand gesture changed. The old man saw his hand gesture and knew what he wanted to do. He took out a thick magic book from his robe.
At this time, Julius had already positioned himself with his sword and crouched down in front of Rei, blocking the impact of the Wind Blade.
This posture made him feel a little better, so he wouldn't be blown away or cut into two pieces.
His long sword let out a long mournful cry, and the blade almost couldn't bear it anymore. The middle part of the blade began to crack, and fine iron pieces floated around.
If only he had his beloved cross sword at this time … Julius thought that if he had that sword, the current situation would probably be much better.
A good weapon was very important to a Warrior, especially when facing a Magician, who was not very reasonable to a Warrior.
The old Black Robe took out the magic book, but Julius didn't see it. He couldn't even open his eyes now. When facing a Magician, one must not move one's eyes away from them, or else one would never know what they would do in the next moment.
Julius might have remembered this in his heart, but he really didn't have the luxury to do so now.
"A combination of mud and oil …" The old Black Robe whispered, and from his magic book, a black fog rushed out and rushed towards Julius.
Julius didn't react in time, and he couldn't move away from Rei, so he was hit by the black fog.
After being entangled by the black fog, Julius smelled a pungent smell, which was like a combination of oil and sulfur, and also like the smell of mud.
The black fog was not a pure gas. After entangling Julius, the black fog fell on his skin and turned into a layer of viscous liquid, covering his whole body, turning him into a pitch-black person.
"Fire!"
The young Black Robe pointed his finger at Julius. Julius only saw a flash of fire, and then he felt a burning sensation all over his body, which quickly turned into a burning pain.
His whole body was burning up.
When the flames appeared in his vision, Julius realized that he was on fire.
When he realized this, he felt his skin prickle unbearably, which made him cry out.
He crouched on the ground, his hands still holding the hilt of his sword.
His sword was ignited together with him, he became a man of fire, and his sword became a sword of fire.
The flames didn't spread to Rei's body, only Julius became a ball of fire.
His voice was filled with agony as he screamed.
His painful voice spread to the surroundings, leaving his own personal trace in this quiet space, although this shout couldn't stay forever.
For the two Black Robes, this stubborn boy in front of them was already a dead man, and now they just needed some time.
Julius's tenacity surprised them a little. Ordinary people who were on fire wouldn't quietly stay in one place like him.
People who were on fire would struggle, roll, or run around, trying to find a way to extinguish the fire.
Near Julius was a lake full of water, but he didn't panic because of the fire. He jumped into the lake and maintained his posture, motionless, as if even the fire on his body had stopped.